The colors tell the season: summer’s end
Is heralded by yellow, and the trend
Away from green has hit the poplar trees
And locust leaves that ride each hint of breeze.
The chlorophyll in grass begins to slow;
A goldfinch adds his lemon to the shov;
And you can see, in any country mile,
Corn’s jewelled ears set in a golden pile.
The surest sign of summer gone to bed
Is yellow pumpkins stacked against a shed!
by Ray Romine Saturday, June 26, 1954
